Short Story Preview: The Most Important Chapter – Josie Arden
Taking a brief rest from her labours, Penny went to the grey stone wall which drunkenly embraced her tiny patch of land. Inhaling the sea air, she gazed towards the lighthouse, tall and mysterious on the end of the cliff and wondered what sort of person chose to work out there, so alone.
It had been a dreamy, calm afternoon, but now, the evening wind was making the ocean choppy. Although her hair was being whipped into tangles and her cheeks stung by the salt air, she was too exhilarated to mind. Being here was a miracle.
Turning, she gazed at her new possession. As if stuck on the rocks in afterthought, this much-loved tumble-down little place, near Rame Head, had once been her childhood home. Her Aunt Helen had taken her in on the death of her parents and she had stayed and grown up here, in South East Cornwall until her journalistic career called her to London.
She looked at the cottage again. It offered nothing but promise. And peace at last! All she wanted to do was write! Her half-finished novel had been too long neglected. To think that only yesterday she was battling, in steamy sandwich bars, ticket queues and crowded escalators and the rush, the noise, and rubbishy pavements still haunted her. Ugh! No more London! No more demanding editors. And oh, no more duplicitous, sulking Frank! Oh well, on with the unpacking she thought, refreshed. For speed, she had stuffed everything, angrily, into black plastic bags during that last argument with Frank. The dustbin here was already overflowing with the emptied ones!